Chapter 1974 (2/2)

Because of the fast landing speed, Han 3000 smashed a huge herringbone pit on the ground.

Almost at this time, Han 3000's body, a red light and a purple, intersected with each other, separated from Han 3000's body, all the way up, and finally rose to the top, separated on the left and right sides.

In the cave, suddenly bright up.

”Damn it

With a cry of pain, Han 3000, lying on the ground, moved his left finger. The next second, he turned over from the pit and lay on his back beside the herringbone pit.

”What are you two doing?” Looking at the sky fire and moon wheel on the top, Han 3000 couldn't help saying nothing.

Han 3000 didn't use them at all, but they suddenly appeared on their own and then took off. Han 3000 wanted to control the two to come back, but found that no matter how he moved, they were not controlled at all.

”This...” Han 3000 was helpless.

What does that mean? You can't control your own things? Do they have their own ideas now?!

If he can't get it back, Han 3000 is really helpless. Subconsciously, he looks down from the top. From the mouth of the cave, there is a cliff. On both sides, it is high and solid, showing a huge cliff of 90 degrees.

However, the cliff in the deep cave is not wet, but very dry, and the cliff is extremely clean. What surprised Han 3000 most is that there are words on the cliff.

”Is it an epitaph?” Han 3000's brow is slightly wrinkled. On earth, he knows that there are various organs in many large tombs, but generally at the entrance of the tomb, there are epitaphs recording the life and past of the tomb owner.

This is the tomb of the true God. I can't say it's really his epitaph.

Think of here, Han three thousand eyes on the cliff of the word, the font vigorous and powerful, the top of the word: destiny cliff!

Four rows below, right to left.

”Fuyao doesn't know how to meet the hardships of summer. Three thousand people will become the world's three thousand people. If you come to heaven, you will be buried in the earth. ”

”Good poetry, good poetry.” Han three thousand one side read, one side can not help but sigh.

But the next second, he was in situ.

No, what kind of poem is this?! How can you have your own name and Su Yingxia's?

Isn't Fuyao and Yingxia Su Yingxia? Three thousand... Three thousand doesn't mean you?

Who wrote this poem? How could it be in the grave?! This novel has been translated by novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.